this techno is rockinMy half-assed attempts to have a harem of wagtails are on hold;this techno is rockin
lest I incur malefice on my ego. Inept and ignorant.
I must admit, my motives and judgment are jaded on love and lies.
Seemingly color blind. My quest, however, for my smokin' hot paramour,
shall resume, when love and lust meld to one.
Why am I compelled to share such pretentious triviality?
I don't know. What I do know is that this techno is rockin
something short and sweetUnlike the sunset, lazy harbinger of the night, the eclipse, like a switch flipped off, blinds us for a fleeting moment we panic desperate to hold on to after images. in the end, we forget the details, yet the feeling lingers still, eager for moresomething short and sweet
Try this one on for sizeWarning.Try this one on for size
Too many options can kill you, don't be greedy.
Pick one, try them on, and don't fan out your attention.
Sell your wares, don't add manure; they'll be hooked for sure.
Take note of those you can fix and those you can't.
Nicks and nuances, you should watch out.
For those disturbed, you'd best get out. Remember to give them the best you can muster -one step forward, two steps backward-
and they'll be yours by December.
Be sure to stress, that love's not in the agenda;
Don't surround yourself with drama 'tis not what you want, 'tis surely not what yo
If You Could Only See...If only you could see What only I can see. A world of glaring colour, Streaked with black and white.If You Could Only See...
If only you could see, The way she looks at you. And the way he leaves you hanging, Right until the end.
If only you could see, Who I really am. Beneath all the pretence, A little girl in disguise.
If only you could see, That he just wants to fly. But you just grip him tighter, Suppressing him again.
If only you could see, All that you really are. Beauty beyond trails, Left by those who hate.
Dear Heavenly Father...Heavenly father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.Dear Heavenly Father...
Bless the girls, With skirts pulled high. And the lonely boys, Between their thighs.
Bless the mother, Who bleeds her daughter. And the nameless sons, Which You slaughter.
Bless the man, Who hurts another. And the sister, Who hates the brother.
Bless the babies, Who never draw breath. And the widows, Who are marred by death.
Bless the children, Who throw the stones. And the innocent, With broken bones.
Bless the ma
Church and StateYou say that you’re a religious man That you’re all about your faith You say this all As you wave it in my faceChurch and State
You say it in your classroom Saying your religion is true and strong That your god protects you from harm That your god is the only true one
You say it as you read from Genesis Then turn to say you aren’t forcing it down my throat As you insult the witches As you insult the pagan gods
As you cast my religion aside It’s just lies and fantasy anyway right? As you cast aside my people Saying we are all misg
| Given names are overtarded. . . Given names are shackles that we do not need. Shadows of our past. Normally attached before any traces of character have formed. Therefore I've chosen to be known as, dongkhaehaughty. - quote derived from the game Out of Order - |
To create is divine, to reproduce is human.
Grumpy
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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Is there any
Greater disgrace for a poet than to
Extend his meaning beyond anything
That he ever could possibly say?
~ The smile passed on By Mahakasyapa
~ from sad to bad to slightly mad ~
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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Is there any
Greater disgrace for a poet than to
Extend his meaning beyond anything
That he ever could possibly say?
~ The smile passed on By Mahakasyapa
~ from sad to bad to slightly mad ~
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\"Art is a Lifestyle\"
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Is there any
Greater disgrace for a poet than to
Extend his meaning beyond anything
That he ever could possibly say?
~ The smile passed on By Mahakasyapa
~ from sad to bad to slightly mad ~
--
\"Art is a Lifestyle\"
--
Is there any
Greater disgrace for a poet than to
Extend his meaning beyond anything
That he ever could possibly say?
~ The smile passed on By Mahakasyapa
~ from sad to bad to slightly mad ~
--
\"Art is a Lifestyle\"
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